My parents wanted the perfect daughter in me,
they made all the plans and expected greatness from me,
When I could not live up to what they wanted me to be,
They made my life a living hell for me,

They called me all the most degrading names,
They thought I was lazy, but never said to the
same to their other daughters

No matter how hard I tried to please them,
It was not could enough nor the same,
I was still called lazy all the same,

When I married the first time,
They were happy and glad,
they got rid of a lazy daughter they thought they had,

When people tried to tell them I was not lazy, I was strong,
they did not believe this they said they were wrong,

Well when they both died, I did not go to  their funerals,
nor did I weep any tears, that would be bogus, because
because it was clear I was never the daughter I grew up to be,
so why should I cry any tears for either of them.